Thursday, May 9, 2013

Your shops change with twilightIn every lane a new sunlight...Like red blobs,On white sheets after an act of love,The bindi on your forehead burns.The days I've drowned swirling in wine,Clink like ice when your lips meet mine,In your clothes my banknotes brush,In my veins new rhythms rush,Naked as hunger in a refugee camp.I make love to your skin of gold,Once or twice to your unbathed soulSomeone's weekend off your thighs,Off your breasts someone's eyes,Alone in the shower you scrub and rub.Hello bitch,This Friday evening,I'll search for dimes,In your abandoned mine.I will tear you,Not fear you.With your nails that scratchMy words will match.My rhyme will go,To and fro,Like your naked treasure,And all my pleasure.I will drink once done,Love-- a fugitive on the run.All night long,I will play this beat,For the one who stood,At the corner street.